Friday, September 28, 2012
On the Banks of Plum Creek
Actually, there are wild plum trees on the banks of Anna Spring. The pinkish-purple plums are small, but, oh, so delicious. Under the tree are lots of deer droppings - they stand, waiting for the plums to drop to their feet - and three large piles of bear scat - I assume black bear. The bear have already climbed the trees because there are a lot of old dead branches that their weight broke off. I always walk along the trail to the trees calling, "Hey bear . . . hey bear!" There is another wild plum tree on which the plums are golden - but those aren't ripe yet.
I'm not quite ready to give a photo tour of our new house, but here's a photo of Harry, who just had to make himself comfortable on the new chair I bought for my study as soon as I allowed him in through the French doors.